Food, wine, air conditioning (dang, it was hot yesterday) and the stadium's secret hot dog sauce. We were almost rocked in the face by two fly balls (one bounced off the speaker hanging directly above our heads!) and a guy sitting right next to the neon beer seller in the pic above actually caught another one. PLUS, a souvenir from my favorite part of every game, the sausage race. AKA, I don't think I can return to any other seats at Miller Stadium at this point.
This is Italian Sausage chilling, and looking fairly alarmed, in his new home slash our house. He is quite flamboyant with fluttering hands, a bow tie and Luigi mustache. He never wins - until last night! I swear, our host made me take this doll home.
And lastly, here's a picture of the new rental place in Bay View, two blocks west of Lake Michigan. We have the whole house and move in mid-July. Can't wait! The day we show up with our furniture will also be the first time Jon lays eyes on the joint. Good thing he trusts me!
For rent no more!